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The black water of the Hua Jiuyou River once again turned into a slight fluctuation, but it was impossible to escape the eyes of the Yang-level strong man who could step through the dark wind.

"There may not be people down there." A middle-aged man frowned slightly, his eyes were full of thoughts, he was thinking about one thing.

Now the Jiuyou River has not been visited by anyone for many years, but ten days ago, there was such a sudden burst of black mist like a wind knife that monks below the fifth level of the Yang level could not approach the Jiuyou River at all. But before he came here, he heard that a figure rushed directly through the dark gale, and someone determined that this person's age was at most twenty.

"At the age of 20, you can break out of this dark wind. If you are talented, maybe you have something like a terrifying magic weapon to resist the cutting of the terrifying wind."

Nie Fan bit his lip in the pitch-black river, and he didn't dare to vent his anger. He heard a voice from above, and he must have come here with a strong person. There is more than one Yang-level monk at the fifth level, so Nie Fan has to be careful.

"Don't worry, the ghost aura here is almost very strong now, and the level is at least the Bayou ghost aura. As long as you can hold back the pain, you will definitely step into the Jiuyou ghost aura. Only then will you really temper the Jiuyou ghost aura. During the battle, the pain is by no means comparable to what it is now, so take your time, don't rush, don't be too impatient, let alone impetuous, and calm down, but you must not lose your confidence and self-esteem, otherwise you will be on the road forever. Can't enter the level of the strong." Ye Yu's voice is very vicissitudes.

"Master, don't worry, this apprentice will definitely not disappoint the master." Nie Fan whispered slightly.

Looking at Nie Fan whose clothes had already been shredded and layers of blood appeared on his body, Ye Yu also had strands of worry and distress in his eyes. He came to Qianlong Continent 300 years ago when he was snatching the divine orb, and was finally attacked by someone. Fortunately, he got the divine orb at the last moment, and thus saved his soul.

Now I have been with Nie Fan for nearly three years, and I have watched Nie Fan step by step to where he is today. Although Nie Fan's cultivation can only be regarded as average in this world, Nie Fan is still very young. He will definitely not be weaker than others in the future.

"Hehe, Master understands. I'll go back first, and you go down step by step. Remember to grasp your own endurance, otherwise once you step into the more terrifying ghost aura, what is waiting is not your achievement of the Nine Serenity Battle Body." Divided into corpses." Ye Yu still did not forget to remind Nie Fan when returning to the Divine Orb.

Nie Fan nodded slightly.

The black black water is filled with terrifying and strong ghost aura. At this moment, Nie Fan can't tell whether the ghost aura is in gaseous state or liquid state. The Jiuyou River is almost completely condensed by ghost aura. The circles of black ripples around his body made Nie Fan's body feel terrible pain.

Kazha spurted out a stream of fresh blood from Nie Fan's calf, and at the same time, the sharp blade-like ghostly aura cut directly on Nie Fan's leg bone.

Suddenly, a piercing pain made Nie Fan twitch all over.

Brushing Nie Fan quickly moved his body upwards, this time he went a little deeper.

Just as Nie Fan was constantly being tortured by the terrifying ghostly aura in the Jiuyou River, the number of people on the bank gradually increased. Originally, there were only some powerful Yang-level monks here, but after three days passed, some The powerful monk actually brought his disciples to live in his sect, and the disciples of the family appeared on the bank of the Jiuyou River.

There was a loud bang, and a young man punched the black river with his fist.

Suddenly, a shocking black giant wave emerged from the Jiuyou River, and then pressed towards the distance like a black wall, and made a deafening sound, rolling up a wave that was even more terrifying A stronger ghostly aura roared above the Jiuyou River, which made many people's expressions change.

"Jin Lin, what do you want to do?" Suddenly the old man shouted loudly.

"Old Song, why do I feel a sense of uneasiness when I stand by the Jiuyou River?" The man named Jin Lin looked 25 or [-] years old, and his aura had stepped into the first level of the Yang level. Presumably he was also an amazing talent in this family or kingdom, and he didn't care about the old man's angry shout just now.

"Don't worry, with me here, nothing will happen here."

This old man named Song Lao had wrinkles all over his face, and there was a powerful aura in his body, and his whole body shot out streaks of strong sunlight, enveloping everyone within a hundred meters around him.

"Hmph, shouldn't the Jin family of Jinbo country clean up the mess in Jinbo country? Are you here to take the opportunity to seize the treasure?" A man in a white robe and a white cloak on his head looked at the situation in a displeased manner. The group of old people who spoke just now sounded obviously disgusted with the Jin family.

"Bai Wuya, it's not your turn to take care of my Jin family's affairs." Elder Song shouted angrily.

"Hahaha, is that right? I, Bai Wuya, don't bother to care about it, but the leader of the Golden Wolf Legion is my sworn brother. Now he wants to occupy your Jinbo Kingdom. Who do you think I should help?" A man of unknown age named Bai Wuya with a white cloak sneered.

"You're courting death." Old Song was furious.

Bang Just when the two of them were fighting, the Jiuyou River suddenly set off a slightly larger fluctuation.

At this time, after three days, the blood on Nie Fan's body collapsed, his bronze-colored body shone with light, and there were streaks of cyan-colored thunderbolts on it, and he quickly formed a basaltic appearance. Layers of fine cyan dragon scale-like skin appeared.

Kazha Nie Fan clenched his fist tightly, and suddenly a burst of force dissipated the ghostly aura around his fist.

After three days, Nie Fan has fully adapted to the ghost aura here, and the intensity of the aura has once again reached a terrifying level. At this moment, Nie Fan feels that he can knock back Yang-level second-level cultivators with a single punch. , one punch can blast a moon-level ninth-level monk, and even a Yang-level first-level monk with one punch without the slightest power of moonlight.

"Go down!"

As soon as Nie Fan gritted his teeth, his body sank rapidly again.

After going down almost a hundred meters, Nie Fan's body couldn't help shaking anymore.

Ten days later, Nie Fan sank nearly 200 meters again, and the people on the shore felt more and more uneasy, and at the same time became extremely anxious. The only way to see the contents of the Jiuyou River is to go down. The power of the soul cannot be invaded at all, but no one dared to go down after a monk at the fifth level of Yang level stepped into the Jiuyou River without showing his head for a day.

Nie Fan didn't know that the Jiuyou River was now filled with ghost energy, and ordinary monks couldn't temper the ghost energy at all, so once they were invaded by the ghost energy, they would undoubtedly die.

One month after Nie Fan stepped into the Jiuyou River, Nie Fan has penetrated below the Jiuyou River for a kilometer.

Now the ghost aura here is completely condensed in the river water, the river is ghost aura, and ghost aura is also river water. At this moment, Nie Fan's whole body is surrounded by this almost liquefied ghost aura.

Om Nie Fan's soul was trembling, it was a natural reaction when the pain reached a certain level. At this moment, Nie Fan felt that every piece of flesh and blood in him was being cut by extremely sharp knives. There was no way to escape, and within three seconds Nie Fan was covered in blood.

The cyan fine dragon scales are almost useless at this moment, and the seed source mines are somewhat useful, but they are too rare, and the few can only be condensed into a palm-sized cyan protective shield, which is useless at all.

It was the sound of ghost energy rubbing against Nie Fan's bloody bones.

"Damn it, this Nine Nether Ghost Qi is really terrifying, it hurts me so much." Nie Fan sighed hoarsely, and at the same time, his eyes showed a burst of anger.